got the bike rolling. no play in front or the rear, feels tight. money is my only obstacle right now.

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
book of revelation
chapter 6
verse 8

been busy as fuck lately, haven't touched my motorcycle or even been thinking about it for that matter.

choppers = big money

this is a vintage ad for the infamous mastercraft brake lights from the 70s. remember mastercraft was based out of minneapolis, mn during the 70s and before they went belly up this gentleman's father bought the company out. fast forward thirty something years and yes the $1000 brake light you bought on ebay last year is getting repopped. no wonder everyone is scrambling to sell their NOS tail light housing with all four lenses asap.

i'm not posting the pictures of my bike and the work i have done on it to prove anything except, i am learning as i go along. these photos serve a purpose only to document my progress. fuck biker build off cable TV mentality.

2010

the general consensus of people i communicate with seem to agree that the year 2010 has been shitty for the most part. most everyone around me was involved with some sort of major life drama, seperations, incarceration (including myself). oh yeah and a close friend killed himself in a closet with a ratchet strap back in july. but honestly everything's not that bad, things are turning for the better. my family's healthy, my kids go to a good school in the city, i'm working again. and my chopper... all the hours spent down in the garage or clicking around on the jockey journal seem to be paying off. my bud kyle from the lords of loud blog got it right when he printed these stickers off earlier this year. forget 2010, bring on 2011.

guy that did this has a website, click here for it.

my son and daughter are stoked.

happy holidays

been in the garage drinking and wet sanding till 3am last couple nights.

ian mcfarland gave me this patch outside the el torreon early spring 2003. i just hooked him up with an eighth of decent weed for what he paid. he was so stoked about the sack. we sat in his bands tour van and he told tour stories while we got high as fuck. this was around the same time my buddy was banned from the el torreon for "drinking inside the venue". before blood for blood went on i went out front to smoke another joint, the same buddy was hooded up sitting on the fire escape dodging brian bomb just to listen to blood for bloods set. i got a shout out on stage between songs that night for selling a bag of weed to a band that literally spoke for "my kind".

a friend was "holding" this patch for me after i went to county jail back in 2006. regardless i got it back tonight and these memories came back with it.